Obviously not for the health conscious :)
If you didn't care much about that artherosclerotic plaque forming as quickly as that track home on a contractors lot, then these steaks are for you. My steak was probably composed of 80% fat (but that was just the meaty portion) and was cooked slightly pink--just the way I like my steaks. But somehow, I tasted mostly the rendering of fat rather than that deep rich flavor that the marrow can produce. Nevertheless, it was good. The sides are not any healthier for you and if you like the taste of butter and cream, then you'd like it. The food is simple, and not meant for the discriminatory palate. I'd pass on the spinach because it tastes nothing like spinach, and all that cream negates any sort of health benifits. So, just go for the mashed potatoes which are adequately done. In any case, if you have a vegetarian in the group, tell him to leave. We're here for prime rib, buddy.
The service is hit or miss. When it is particularly busy, expect the worst. The second time I went was for a birthday party (which for some reason was the case for many other people) the bread and water didn't come until after the third server came by and saw how frustrated our group looked. I don't imagine the restaurant lacks any funds to hire waiters since they charge quite a bit for pretty basic stuff (my family was in the restaurant biz). I just wish that the experience could've been better. Our waiter was friendly enough, but somehow we just felt like, well, cattle for the most part.
I've been there three times (all because I was meeting up for friends) but can definiitely say that each time made at least one of us frustrated and stressed out. I suggest they serve you a free beverage while you wait--like at least a soda or beer from the tap, and some bread. It'd certainly make me feel better about waiting 45 minutes--after all we are there to eat!
I'd try to avoid this place if you just want to have a relaxing meal. However, if you just yearn to get that polaroid of yourself in a state of food coma, then by all means go. It'll remind you how fulfilling the steaks were. It's just that they were smart not to take your pictures upon arrival.